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Quiet, Not
Jul. 15th, 2017 11:46 pmThe house is quiet tonight because the four grandkids, who are visiting here from the west coast, are at their cousins' for a backyard sleep-over.
They've been here since the evening of July 4th and they've pretty much transformed the place and, in some respects, its primary resident. That would be their grandfather. Me.
To say that they are not a quiet bunch would not come close to doing them justice. Noisy, for sure. Disruptive, constantly. Energetic, like four Energizer bunnies.
The house, which looked like a furniture showroom minutes before their arrival, looked like a shambles just minutes afterward. And a little more than a week into their planned stay of three-and-a half and, in utter defiance of their mom's best efforts to make it otherwise, it still does.
Her efforts, though admirable, even Herculean, have had about as much impact as when her sister, my landlady, went around to various rooms and scraped off the tiny stickers that had been placed on the walls of rooms frequented by the youngest of them, Paulie.
I had to laugh, albeit very quietly, when I saw her doing that. To be honest, I was going to leave them. Certainly until the kids were on their plane back to the west coast and very probably for the rest of my time in this house.
Because, whatever they've taken away from it, in terms of tranquility and order, they've given back a hundred times over in an exhuberant and undeniable affirmation of life.
And, unless I'm able to figure a way to maintain that on my own, I'm really going to miss it...
LPK
@Dreamwidth
7.16.2017
They've been here since the evening of July 4th and they've pretty much transformed the place and, in some respects, its primary resident. That would be their grandfather. Me.
To say that they are not a quiet bunch would not come close to doing them justice. Noisy, for sure. Disruptive, constantly. Energetic, like four Energizer bunnies.
The house, which looked like a furniture showroom minutes before their arrival, looked like a shambles just minutes afterward. And a little more than a week into their planned stay of three-and-a half and, in utter defiance of their mom's best efforts to make it otherwise, it still does.
Her efforts, though admirable, even Herculean, have had about as much impact as when her sister, my landlady, went around to various rooms and scraped off the tiny stickers that had been placed on the walls of rooms frequented by the youngest of them, Paulie.
I had to laugh, albeit very quietly, when I saw her doing that. To be honest, I was going to leave them. Certainly until the kids were on their plane back to the west coast and very probably for the rest of my time in this house.
Because, whatever they've taken away from it, in terms of tranquility and order, they've given back a hundred times over in an exhuberant and undeniable affirmation of life.
And, unless I'm able to figure a way to maintain that on my own, I'm really going to miss it...
LPK
@Dreamwidth
7.16.2017
